by fugitive432Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Jan 2015 494 Views 2 comments
Confession
Maybe there are times I didn't tell you things,
like of the desolate far away place in my body
that I escaped from to find you...
the cold intangible spot that draws on a string
from my insides, thinning me out as from
an ever more threadlike tether
so that I'm as close to disappearing as I can be
as a person deeply inlove.
like of the desolate far away place in my body
that I escaped from to find you...
the cold intangible spot that draws on a string
from my insides, thinning me out as from
an ever more threadlike tether
so that I'm as close to disappearing as I can be
as a person deeply inlove.
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Posted: Jan 2015
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Comments (2)
Rob
it does seem that inside all human vulnerability lies our very ability to love and be loved!
ty for your poem fugitive